The Voyeur Wolf 1

Elena.

"Get out of your ass, Jane!" Sasha barked in a snappy tone.

In an instant, she jumped onto the bed, grabbed the hem of Jane's dress, and tugged her briskly on her back. A screech sounded as they both fell off the bed, hitting the floor with quite a loud thud. Jane, who had been standing right in front of the television as the commercial played, was now sprawled on the carpet, her face facing the mirror hanging on the wall.

“The hell of Ramsey is about to play out!” Sasha yelled again, louder this time. She quickly got to her feet, jumped back onto my bed, and sat cross-legged with her eyes glued to the television screen. I could only roll my eyes at her antics. Her obsession with that cooking show was beyond ridiculous.

Jane slowly got back to her feet, groaning in pain. She crawled back to the bed and lay down slowly, resting her head on my stomach. I picked up the assignment paper I was working on, looking away for a moment at Jane who seemed to be whimpering.

“I'm hurt,” Jane murmured in a spoiled tone, her hands lifted to her eyes in a dramatic motion as if she was really suffering. While Sasha only snorted at her complaint but stayed focused on watching her favorite TV show.

"You know, do not ever get in the way of Sasha's television program," I said with a slight smirk to Jane, and she winced, looking both amused and annoyed.

It was Friday night, the night of the regular monthly sleepover we had every third of Friday. No matter what, it was a routine that could not be missed. My parents were out for a pack meeting anyway, so this time we were having a sleepover at my house. I had even forced Zayn to go to a sleepover at his friend's house, even though Jane was not on the same page with the idea.

“We should make cookies,” Jane blurted out, sitting up straight with a look of sheer determination. I scrunch my nose, looking at her skeptically. Cooking was obviously not our thing, let alone trying a new recipe with no experience.

"That sounds like a bad idea," Sasha responded as she turned off the television. Her face looked sour, as she was getting bummed out that her favorite show was just a rerun. “It's just a rerun,” she added, grumbling slightly.

"Well, maybe there is no harm in trying," I said as I tapped my finger to my lips, giving in to Jane's passion that came out of nowhere. It was hard to resist when she looked so eager and convincing.

“Yes! And you guys can taste the cookie dough," Jane added in an excited tone, offering a small perk to get Sasha and me to buy in.

“I might let it slip,” Sasha replied, slowly with a skeptical tone. As much as she loved cookie dough and all sweet tooths as much as I did, Jane's idea simply did not sound as convincing.

As for Jane, paying no heed to our skepticism, rolling out of bed, grabbed Gummy... my cute little dog, and ran towards the door.

"Hey, don't hold my dog as a hostage!" I called out, trying to stop her, but she was already halfway down the stairs in a hurry, laughing merrily.

Sasha let out a long sigh, then rose to her feet, giving me an accusing look. “It's your fault,” she told me in a tone that was half teasing and half accusatory.

She rushed out the door, chasing after Jane who was still bursting into laughter. Following the two of them, I soon found us all gathered in the kitchen, opening cupboards and looking for ingredients to make a cookie.

Sasha was holding her phone, looking up recipes over and over again. Every now and then, she would mention the names of the ingredients on the screen. With an incredible amount of luck, we managed to find all the ingredients that we needed. After setting them out on the table, we were ready to start cooking.

"Whisk together the butter as well as the sugar," Sasha piped up to tell us, her voice firm and full of confidence. At the same time, Jane and I looked at each other, instantly puzzled.

“And the cream?” We asked in unison. To which Sasha just shrugged, while showing us her cell phone. That was exactly what it said.

Before we could get on with the process, she suddenly came to a halt, letting out a high-pitched yelp as she stood up straight. Looking up, his eyes were fixed on something at the end of the hallway. Leading us to follow her gaze, she looked intensely at the glass at the end of the hallway. The hallway was leading to the backyard, which was pitch black, only illuminated by two small lights in the corners of the yard.

“What's wrong?” I asked, making my way closer to Sasha. I tried to see what she was looking at, but there was nothing out there but darkness. The thought of buying some pretty outdoor lights popped up into my mind.

"I think I saw someone earlier," she spoke quietly, her eyes still glued to the glass. She made her way around the table, and we all stared outside, trying to pierce the darkness. However, there was nothing to be seen.

“It must have been my imagination,” Sasha said with a shrug. But even though she said so, she seemed not surprised at all, as she kept staring at the door.

Meanwhile, Jane went back to watching her cookie dough, whereas I was still glancing at the door for a split second. Just as I was about to turn around, a shadow moved along the forest line. My chest felt tight as I came to the realization of what I was seeing.

“Oh, holy shit!” I shouted out, shoving Jane to take a look outside. Both of us watched in horror as a large wolf walked slowly from one side of the forest to the other, those piercing eyes of his snaking over the house.

“Is that a wolf?” Jane asked in a baffled tone, her eyes narrowed trying to make sure. I simply nodded, then without thinking, walked towards the back door.

“Are you out of your mind? Come back here!” Sasha scolded, grabbing the back of my hoodie to pull me tightly back into place.

“I will just lock the door!” In an irritated tone, I snapped at her, casting a look outside. To my surprise, the wolf had already gone into the darkness of the forest.

“The door is unlocked!?” Sasha almost shouted. I grimaced and nodded slowly. Without another word, she shoved me toward the door, taking cover behind the wall.

“Go on,” she urged me in a pushy tone. I took a step forward, cautiously looking outside. Little by little, I moved closer to the door. When I finally managed to lock the door, I dashed back straight to the girls.